Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2012 19:51:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 19 - Next Generation

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens



New Shower, Part 19 -- Next Generation


	When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in Dad's bed. My body
was a mess. I not only had an ass full of cum, but the outside of my body
was covered as well. My chest hair was literally stuck to my skin, and when
I stood to my feet, it pulled like hell. Cum leaked from my ass and ran
down my leg.
	I found my clothes on the floor where I had stripped them off,
quickly dressed and headed for my room. I needed a shower in the worst way.
	When I entered my room I found that bed empty as well. Dad and
Dennis had already started their day.
	I grabbed clean clothes and headed down stairs. When I came into
the kitchen, I found my dad and uncle at the table enjoying their morning
coffee.
	"Morning, sleepyhead," Dad greeted with a grin.
	"About time you decided to get up," Dennis added.
	"You two wore me out last night," I said, defending myself.
	"You didn't seem to mind at the time," my uncle reminded me.
	I shook my head. "True, I did not."
	I headed for the door. "I'm hitting the shower."
	"You do have a certain odor about you," Dennis told me.
	"Again, whose fault is that?"
	"And, once again, you didn't seem to mind last night," Dad pointed
out.
	I had no ground for argument there.
	I grinned, shrugged my shoulders and headed outside to the shower
house.
	A nice warm sensation hit my face when I entered the room. I was
glad Dad had decided to leave the heater running all winter long.
	I threw my clothes on the bench and turned the water on. By the
time I had stripped my clothes off, it was nice and steamy in the room.
	I stepped under the hot spray. My body seemed to loosen up
immediately. The sharp needles did their job and began relaxing me at
once. I had turned and faced the wall when I heard the door open. I turned
back around and discovered Brandon standing in the doorway.
	I smiled at him. "Good morning, Son."
	"Hey, Dad," he greeted.
	I let the water beat against my back for a time. As I watched my
son walk over and lay clean clothes on the bench, I said, "Nothing like an
early morning shower."
	In Brandon's younger days he had been shy about letting me see him
naked. Now, with that no longer a problem for him, he quickly stripped out
of his clothes. I watched as he stepped out of his shorts. He walked over
and turned the shower on next to me.
	"Does feel good, doesn't it?" I asked.
	He nodded and remained silent.
	As always, I couldn't help but admire his body. Though he was just
fourteen, he was filling out rather quickly. He had started with a thick
brown bush, darker in color than mine, and lately I had begun to notice the
hair under his arms. It was getting just as thick as his bush; just as
brown.
	The water was flowing along his body, through his pubes and down
his legs. He hadn't applied any soap yet, and I suddenly realized
something. There were little white strings stuck in the course hair around
his dick. I forced my eyes to focus on the area trying to decide what it
might be; I certainly didn't want to ask him about it.
	Then it hit me. Those long white strings were dried cum. Shit, I
thought, sometimes I'm so dumb I amaze myself. From the looks of it,
Brandon had shot on his body several times during the night.
	I didn't speak for a while. I just enjoyed the sight of him under
the water; and some sight it was. It wasn't going to be long before I would
be hard from the view he was giving me.
	I grinned and said, "That cum sure does stick to the hair doesn't
it?"
	It was like he came out of a trance.
	"What was that?" he asked.
	I pointed and said, "I said cum sure sticks to the hair, doesn't
it?"
	My son looked down. "Yeah, it does."
	I decided to take it another level.
	"I have the same problem." I pointed to my chest and then my
crotch.
	"I can see that."
	"Did you enjoy last night?"
	I couldn't believe I asked my son that question.
	At first he was puzzled. "Did I enjoy what? Jacking off?"
	I nodded. "Yeah, that, too."
	"What are you talking about?"
	"Did you enjoy listening outside Grandpa's bedroom door?"
	My words finally registered on him, and his face turned red.
	"Shit, Uncle Dennis told you, didn't he?"
	"Told me what? That he caught you with your pants down?" I couldn't
keep the grin off my face.
	"Shit," he said again.
	"Brandon, it's okay; really, it is."
	"What all did Uncle Dennis say?"
	I pretended to think. "He said something about a really hard cock,
some hand tying to cover up the cock; something along those lines."
	Brandon may have been embarrassed, but not enough to keep his dick
from getting hard.
	"Look, Brandon, you have nothing to be ashamed for. If anything,
that should be the way I feel. Hell, it was me you were listening too."
	"And Grandpa," he added.
	"And Grandpa," I agreed.
	For a moment he didn't say a word. Then, "It was fucking hot, Dad."
	That did it! Standing in the shower next to my hot son, my dick
suddenly gave a leap and went from soft to hard in a matter of one heart
beat.
	"Wow." He stared at my cock, and I saw a look of desire in his
eyes.
	I swallowed and said, "Would you like to touch it, Brandon?"
	The look he gave me was confusing. I couldn't tell whether he
wanted to touch me, or if my words left him feeling disgusted. I stood
there waiting for him to say something.
	However, he didn't say a word. Instead, as if in a dream, I watched
my son slowly join me. When he stood under the water next to me, he
carefully wrapped his fingers around my thick shaft. His touch forced a
drop of pre cum from the tip, and it ran down onto his hand. The water
quickly washed it off.
	"You can squeeze harder than that," I told him. Then I added, "Can
I show you?"
	Remaining silent, Brandon simply gave a nod.
	I took a deep breath and reached down. I touched the hard flesh
between his legs. God, I couldn't believe how excited I became when I felt
his hardness. I wrapped my fingers tighter around him and stroked him a
couple of times.
	When he looked at me, I said, "Its okay, you can jack me too."
	And he did.
	It felt so fucking good I would have cum if he hadn't stopped.
	"Dad?"
	I just looked at him.
	"Can I touch your hair?"
	"You want to play in my bush?"
	Again he nodded.
	I reached for his hand and placed it against my cock hair. "You can
play any time you want," I assured him.
	He began running his fingers through my wet pubes, and I couldn't
help but see the pleasure he was getting.
	"It does feel different to play in a bush rather than your own,
doesn't it?"
	"It's fucking hot."
	"I agree, Brandon. Hotter than hell," I said softly.
	With my son's fingers buried in my matted hair, I took my hand and
placed my fingers inside his wet bush. It brought me such pleasure and for
a moment I thought I was going to cum standing right there beside him.
	"Brandon, I've wanted to touch you like this for such a long time."
I spoke the words softly.
	I felt my son move his hand down my bush to the thick root of my
cock. He took a finger and traced through the hair around the base of my
shaft. Then taking hold of my dick once more, he began jacking me.
	"You want to know something, Dad?" he asked.
	"What's that?"
	"When I jack off, I picture your hairy body in my mind. I have ever
since we first began to shower together."
	"That makes me so happy, Brandon."
	With his hand still on my cock, he asked, "You want to make me
cum?"
	"In the worst way," I said. "Let's do each other."
	He began stroking me, easy at first, as if he were enjoying the
feel of my hard cock and wanted it to stay hard. I reached over and did the
same to him.
	"Hang on," he said. He removed his hand from me and stepped
directly in front of my body. Now face to face, he said, "I want us to cum
on each other."
	Fuck, my son knew just what I wanted!
	We were close enough that our cocks could touch each other. It was
so fucking hot to feel him against me. We began jacking each other, and
just the sight of these two hairy cocks, especially Brandon's, I knew I
wouldn't last very long. Just feeling his hand on my dick was enough to
cause me to pass out.
	I suddenly felt Brandon's cock thicken up, and I knew he was going
to shoot his hot load. I jacked him faster.
	"Fuck," he cried out.
	The first rope of his spunk flew out of him and landed in the
middle of my bush. That pushed me over the edge. Before he had finished
covering me with his hot cream, I was painting my son's cock forest with my
dad juice.
	"Fuck!" I shouted.
	When there was no longer any cum left in either one of us, we
huddled together under the water, both our cocks covered with each other's
load. Brandon was still holding me, and I had yet to let go of his still
hard dick.
	I was the first to speak. "That was hot."
	Brandon freed my dick and put his arms around me. He pulled me to
him in a big hug. "I've wanted this for so long, Dad."
	I held my son close to me and placed my hands on his back. I kissed
the top of his head.
	"Brandon, I hope you realize just how much I love you." I kissed
his forehead this time.
	"I will always love you, Dad."
	I finally pulled away and told him we had better get cleaned up.
	"Someone's going to come looking for us pretty soon," I said.
	"Would that be so bad?"
	I looked at my son. He seemed to be growing up right in front of my
eyes.
	"Probably not," I answered. "However, let's take one step at a
time, okay?"
	My son surprised me by leaning over and kissing my chest.
	"Whatever you think is best, Dad."
	"Well, for now, I think it's best to clean up. I'm sure breakfast
is ready, so, I'm warning you; behave or we never will get clean."
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	We had just finished breakfast when Mom called to see how we had
made out during the night. If she only knew! She told us she planned to be
back home around four o'clock, that most of the food would be cooked by
then. Linda was going to get up early Thanksgiving morning and put the
turkey on to bake.
	The four of us enjoyed the morning. Dad had a couple of things he
wanted to finish up saying after that, it was free sailing for a couple of
days.
	I helped Brandon finish the smaller project, and then I told him he
was through for the day. He went inside the house, and I went in search of
Dad and Dennis. I found them inside Dad's work shed.
	"Are you two behaving?" I greeted. I closed the door behind me.
	"Nothing much going on," Dad answered.
	"Yet," Dennis added with a grin.
	"It's the holidays," Dad said and walked over to the small
refrigerator. "Let's have a beer." He pulled three out and handed to us.
	"Okay, tell us," Dennis said. He opened his bottle and took a swig.
	"Tell you what?"
	"You know damned well `what'?"
	"Would you believe me if I said not a damned thing happened?" I
kept a straight face.
	"I might," Dad answered.
	I took a swig from my bottle and tried not to look at Dennis.
	"I could believe that," my uncle said finally.
	"Good."
	"I said `could believe it'; however, I don't believe it."
	"Just what do you think happened then?" I asked him.
	My uncle looked at me closely. "Well, I don't think you fucked each
other. Would I be right in assuming that didn't happen?"
	I nodded. "You would."
	"Okay, fucker, just tell us." The words were spoken by my father.
	"Well, to start with, we just took showers."
	"Forget how you started; get to the finish."
	I decided I had messed with their heads long enough. I began with
describing how I felt watching Brandon strip his clothes off. Then I told
about him getting under the shower and me noticing the streaks of cum in
his bush. Needless to say, by the time I got to the part where we were
jacking, after we had teased each other's cock and played in our wet pubes,
both men were so hard they were hurting.
	"Fuck, that's hot," Dennis breathed.
	Dad went to his work bench and pulled a drawer out. He reached in
the back and brought out a plastic bottle. I saw it was lube.
	"Who can I fuck?" he asked. "I don't care who; I just want
somebody's tight hole."
	My ass still ached from the night before. I offered him Dennis.
	While the two men dropped their jeans and shorts, I hurried over
and slid the bolt lock on the door in place. Even though I was pretty sure
it would eventually happen, I wasn't quite ready for Brandon to walk in on
any fucking; not until I was sure he wanted that.
	When I turned around, I saw Dennis bent over; Dad, who was standing
behind him, was applying lube heavily to my uncle's ass. I watched as he
worked a thick glob up inside Dennis.
	I hurried across the room. "Let me grease you up, Dad," I offered.
	I took the bottle from him and squeezed a glob in the palm of my
hand.
	I wrapped my fingers around his hard hairy shaft. Dad had so much
hair around his dick that it literally grew about half way up his shaft.
	"God, you're hard," I said.
	"The thought of you and my grandson jacking together did it."
	I coated the hard dick that made me, and by the time I had
finished, he was slippery enough to slide into almost anything.
	I watched as Dad pushed inside Dennis and licked my lips when I saw
his thick brown bush move up next to my uncle's hairy ass. God, what a
sight! There was such an ache between my legs I knew I had to do something
about it and soon.
	Keeping my eyes on Dad and the ass he was fucking, I unsnapped my
jeans and pulled my shorts down enough to free my cock and balls. Then as
best I could, I walked over and stood beside the two. Holding my dick over
my uncle's ass, I started jacking. What a hot sight it was; watching my dad
work his cock in and out of that hot hairy ass. Just watching Dad's dick
push through the black hair that surrounded the hole was hot enough to make
me shoot my load. The lube left on my hand from Dad's cock was just slick
enough to give me the friction I needed.
	"Fuck, Steve, that's hot," Dad cried out. "Watching you jack that
hard dick is going to make me shoot inside your uncle's ass," he said.
	"Cum on my ass, Steve," Dennis begged. "Dave, I want to feel your
cum inside me."
	"Fuck," I cried out.
	As I stood next to my dad and uncle, my cock suddenly began
blasting cum everywhere. Somehow I managed to turn just enough that my hot
load actually landed between Dad and Dennis.
	"Shit, you hit my cock with your cum," Dad called out. "Holy fuck,
that's making me shoot," he cried.
	"Fuck," Dennis groaned, "I'm going to cum."
	I dropped to the floor and made it just in time to be hit in the
face with his thick cream. I was covered by the time he had finished
shooting.
	Afterward, the three of us sat on the floor together still covered
in cum.
	"I must say, Steve, when your cum hit my cock, that was fucking
hot. There was no way in hell I could last after that."
	I was in the middle between the two. I kissed Dennis and then
Dad. "I love you both," I said. "I would love to stay out here, but I'm
beginning to freeze my ass off."
	Dad stood to his feet and returned to his work bench once
more. This time he opened a different drawer and pulled a towel and wash
cloth out. "I keep these out here for just such an emergency," he said with
a grin.
	Although Dad's work shed had a sink with a water faucet, the water
was not heated, and when I applied the cold rag to my body, I shivered.
	"Fuck, you need to add hot water," I told him.
	"You shouldn't be so damned messy," he informed me.
	"I like your mess, Kid," my uncle said giving me a punch in the
ribs.
	"What you like is the thing that makes the mess."
	The three of us had a good laugh and returned to the house.
	The holidays were definitely starting out in the right direction
for all of us.



End Part 19

Mark Stevens